We awoke eager to cover the short distance between us and Red's Meadow -- a mountain resort just down the way from Devil's Postpile National Monument.
We descended briskly. I feel good today, alive, awake. We chatted after a while after a good four miles or so of solo humming, the getting the bearings of the day we each go through while tromping down the trail.
We somehow passed right through the National Monument area without ever seeing the Devil's Postpile, which seems a shame. We figured we'd walk right by and get a good look, but it turns out we had to take a detour and after missing it, decided to forge ahead to the cafe at Red's Meadow instead of backtracking on these dusty horsetrails.
So, we're here at Red's now, feeling fine. Coffee's good. The sun is spackling the dusty yard through the big tall pines.
We're both feeling physically better now as well. The stomach bug has hopefully passed on through.
We'll be here for a while, snacking and lounging before setting out again this afternoon.
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